High Days - Bert Jansch
Written by：Bert Jansch
I'm sorry if I failed you
For that I take the blame
And I'm sorry if I snubbed you
I hang my head in shame
But those people you call friends
Did you much more harm than good
I should've tried much harder to reach out when I could
When the children come to visit you
You break into a smile
They fill your heart with sunshine
Just for a little while
You made a model airplane to teach them how to fly
But when it crashed on the runway
You didn't ask the pilot why
I got the lady from Baltimore stuck on my mind
Bringing back those high days
When we would hang around
You play your guitar
But you never ever finish the song
Didn't matter then
I guess it doesn't matter now
I got the lady from Baltimore stuck on my mind
Bringing back those high days
When we would hang around
You play your guitar
But you never ever finish the song
Didn't matter than
And I guess it doesn't matter now
And I guess it doesn't matter now
I guess it doesn't matter now
